a used 1979 ford 100 in cherry red, bought on facebook marketplace two years ago from an older couple up on lake erie.
it didn’t drive when he bought it. took the weekend off with jack and hauled it back into town, kept it in the garage of his town home for four and a half months before he could even start to think about working on it.
it’s run solid for a year now, and robby loves to take you in it on test drives every other weekend. pull on the 279 up north past franklin park, stop at that little farmers market at mile marker 72 that you love before pulling into the westside’s walking trail parking lot - lovingly abandoned now in the summer time.
after sharing a bag of fresh peaches, robby’s got you on all fours across the bench seater, breeze tumbling through the open windows making the sweat stick to your skin. his soft stomach on your back as he fucks you deep, pushing you further into the car, his feet planted on the parking lots shaded concrete.
“r-robby, fuck-“ you gasped out, cheek pressed into the leather seat, right knee slipping off the bench as he pulled your hips back to meet his thrusts, forcing himself deeper inside you.
“where you going, baby? hm?” he laughs, propping your leg back up, just for it to slip and fall again. “feel too good? can’t stand no more?”
“not — oh, fuck — my fault you just.. fucking.. shined the leather,” you moaned out before slipping again, jolting forward to grab the door handle for balance. “robby, please!” you whined, looking back at him over your shoulder, overstimulated from hitting your knees against the built in cup holders & so, so desperate to cum.
“i got you baby,” he hummed, large hand running down your back as he held you steady, pulling out with a lewd schlick. he bent over you, popped the passengers head rest off the seat before nodding his head to the side. “roll over ‘n lift your hips.”
you did so, watching as he raised your hips up to place the headrest underneath, tilting them up just enough to — “fuccccck, that’s it, there’s my fucking girl,” he groaned, living for the angle, the way you took his cock to the hilt like this, one easy and fucking insatiable slide in. “lay back,” he panted, hand pressing against your lower tummy. “relax - let me make you cum.”
Gonna be playing and updating both the completecy challenge and the baking series because I feel like I am ready to go back into it. And also I wanted to share with you my other project that just makes me laugh. I started with the blue one on the left and my newest one is the one on the right. I can tell that they are slowly getting better. They are just so cute.
Hey every birdie, just wanted to keep you updated on what is going on this week. Long story short I am not going to be around my computer much this week and if I am I am going to try and actually 100% Stardew. Just because it is going to such an eventful week.
Even with saying that I want everyone to look forward to my next Baking therapy post! I think it might be my most amazing recipe ever!
Slowly put surely I am trying to get enough money for a computer. I am so wanting to play the Sims 3. I am still working on summertime baking therapy. I don't know exactly how many posts there are going to be yet, but I am honestly surprised about how much everyone likes it. This is the first series that I have been sharing on Facebook. And I am actually getting good responses. Not just from family. I was nervous when I first put the post up, and then people actually liked it and commented on it IRL. which kinda blew my mind. Honestly, it is just a copy and paste from my posts here. But if you want to check it, feel free to:
As I have been writing and editing my posts for Baking Therapy I have been reflecting a lot on myself these last few days. Mainly because there were talks about a 10-year high school reunion at some point in the future. At first, I was like I don't want to go because I haven't accomplished anything.
And then I organized my blog and sat back and thought some more. Now I am like "Gurl, You have done SO much. Not everyone could pull off so many recipes. And I mean you have even attempted recipes that you never thought in your life you would make. And I am not even talking about the many macarons that you have made. I am talking about all the apple recipes you made from different Countries because you were simply 'bored of apple pie.' You have 700+ people following you, and I know in terms of social media it's a small number, but each and every one of them has saved you in some way. Either liking your post, commenting on something you made, or just anything."
I want to thank all of you for just watching me grow. Not just as a baker, but as a writer as well. My parents have told me a bunch of times that I am in a better state of mind when I am writing.
I will try and get more posts in for all of my stories. I have more Baking Therapy coming maybe even later today, I have some Completecy Challenge, in the eyes of Blaire's siblings because that was supposed to be a thing, and I haven't forgotten about Road to Fame. I am just trying to figure out the best way to do all three. So there is no set schedule. I am just going to try and get some chapters for each of the stories.
Geez... I had no idea that I have shared THIS many recipes. I am at the home stretch now with organizing everything. You will be able to access all of the recipes.
I just wanted to thank everyone for sticking with me since the beginning. All the way back to "Briella's Winterfest Baking". And thank you for all those who joined along the way. Thank you! You guys (gender natural term in my brain) have saved me. 🤗 your words of encouragement, your liking m, rebloging or even if you are lurking. I appreciate each and everyone of you. Thanks!
Gonna be slowly working on my blog for the next few days. The last week has been emotional. It started with my birbie, Smokie (a 20+ year old cockatiel) not feeling well. He wasn't eating ( I made sure though he was hydrated), he was mouth breathing (which is kinda scary for a birb) and just really sleepy. and he didn't want to stay in his cage. but that was a few days ago and things have been getting better in regards to his health. He is eating and drinking, he is trying to perch again. He is slowly moving around in his cage again. But still sleeping in his favorite spot on the back of the couch. And I have been getting on and off again sleep. I am feeling like I want to write for the first time in about a week.